Whoso terms love a fire may, like a poet,Feign what he will; for certain cannot show it.For fire ne'er burns but when the fuel's nearBut love doth at most distance most appear.Yet out of fire, water did never goBut tears from love abundantly do flow.Fire still mounts upward, but love oft descendeth.Fire leaves the midst, love to the centre tendeth.Fire dries and hardens, love doth mollify.Fire doth consume, but love doth fructify....The powerful queen of love, fair Venus, cameDescended from the sea, not from the flame:Whence passions ebb and flow, and from the brainRun to the heart like streams, and back again.Yea, love oft fills men's breasts with melting snow,Drowning their lovesick minds in floods of woe....What is love, water, then? It may be so...But he saith true that saith he doth not know.

.....A paradox: Love is no Fire by Anonymous

Excerpt from the book Finding Your Soul in the Spirituality Maze: "Our hunter-gatherer heritage is still with us and is important. For we are designed for aerobic activities, stretching, long distance travel and short bursts of strength.
A sedentary overweight couch-potato life goes against our genes and our heritage. Moreover, it really screws up our body chemistry. There is no way that food or pills or anything else can compensate for the dreadful body chemistry that develops from being sedentary. Our organs, glands, blood and cells are all being bathed in inferior, inadequate chemicals and the wrong amounts of hormones. A lot more harm is happening to the body than we recognize." Continued here - free read.